by Anna Edwards
"Make sure you eat it all. We had a good workout last night."
"Please, I don't need to hear that when I'm eating my toast." James took a bite and made fake gagging noises.
"He meant at the gym big brother. We went before the club."
Grayson and Miranda took their seats, and everyone started to help themselves to food from the table. Sonia had never seen such a spread, fruit, croissants, pancakes, cereals, toast with various homemade jams, yoghurts, there were even sausages, bacon and eggs. She sat there feeling a little awkward. Should she just help herself? Grayson had given Sophie her food. This wasn't her home. Matthew leant forward and handed her some toast. He smiled and told her if she wanted anything else to help herself.
"Matthew, you had something you wanted to say?" James spiked at a sausage while his gaze remained firmly fixed on her.
"I hope it's that he's going to take poor Sonia shopping later to get her some decent clothes for when she stays. I remember the first time I stayed at Grayson's; he offered me his dirty pants to put on. They better be clean clothes she's wearing, Matthew Carter."
She wished the ground would open up and swallow her at everyone’s comments. She'd spent most of her life just having a bowl of cereal alone in her flat, to have everyone chatting and knowing that she spent last night in Matthew's bed was just utterly embarrassing.
"Sophie, quiet." Grayson silenced his fiancé with one word. "Let Matthew speak."
Matthew moved his hand from her thigh and took her shaking hand in his. “Boss, I was wondering if it would be okay if Sonia moved into my rooms with me?"
"We'll all help her pack and move her belongings in today. It's about time." He popped the sausage into his mouth while continuing to grin.
Miranda came around to Sonia's side of the table and cuddled her.
"It is about time. I'm so happy for you both. You're a proper part of the family now."
Sonia could feel tears starting to form in her eyes. She snuffled.
"Oh no, no tears. This is happy news. Well, it will be, when you get out of those clothes and into something a bit more stylish!" Sophie laughed, then clapped her hands together in excitement. "I know! We can go back to the club tonight and celebrate. Master?" Sonia's eyes widened in fear of what was going to come out of the excitable Miss North's mouth. "Could Sonia and I scene together with you and Master Matthew? It's been so long since we've done a scene with anyone."
"I don't think in front of your mother and brother is the place to discuss that." Grayson rose an eyebrow.
That was all Sonia could take.
"I'm sorry. I need the bathroom." She jumped up from the table and fled back to Matthew's room. He appeared at the door a few seconds after she'd thrown herself on the bed trying to catch her breath.
"Breathe in for four and out for four. Slowly. Focus on your breath." He sat down on the bed next to her.
"Did that just happened?" she spoke through gulps of air.
"Normal breakfast in the North household I'm afraid."
"They're so open. With everything."
"Yes. For a family that hid behind so many secrets for years, they’re pretty casual. What do you say?"
"To what?" She finally had her breath under control. Well, as controlled as it was going to be with Matthew moving his hand up and down her leg in reassurance.
"To all of it. Moving in. The club bit if you fancy it."
What did she say to all of that?
She then looked over to Matthew, who sat calmly on the bed, his eyes focused intently on her. "Yes to it all."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Matthew
"How about this one?" Sophie held up a tight, and incredibly short, leather dress. Sonia shook her head furiously, so the young Miss North threw the garment onto the ever-growing pile of discarded clothes. Grayson, standing in the corner and supported by the door frame, groaned and went back to texting on his phone. Matthew had been sitting in the same comfortable armchair for an hour now. He, Sophie, and Grayson were dressed and ready to go, but Sonia was still in a dressing gown.
"Grayson, Sophie, can you give us a minute please? What's wrong with the dresses?"
"Nothing."
“You know what happens when you lie."
"I didn't. I didn't lie."
"Sonia."
"I didn't lie, I promise you. There is nothing wrong with the dresses. They’re perfect for Sophie but there just not me."
"Wait here." He strode out of the room and called for James. His boss appeared from his study where he was working late after spending the day helping with the move. James had decided that last night had been enough at the club.
"What's wrong?"
"I need a favour. It's a big one. Please say no if you don't feel up to it."
"I don't want to go to the club."
"No, it isn't that." Matthew ran his hand nervously through his hair.
"What is it?"
"The clothes you had me buy Amy--I remember a bright red corset and matching leather leggings."
James swallowed.
"I'm sorry. Forget it. I'll sort something else." He turned to go back to where Sonia was.
"Matthew. Take them."
"I can't."
"Red isn't Amy's colour, anyway. I don't know why I suggested it. Red suits Sonia much better."
"Amy will return. You two-- you're meant for each other. I'll go check on her, talk to her. Or I could send Sonia."
"No. I know you know where she is, but I don't want to know. When she's ready. When we're both ready. It will happen." Matthew thought he could see tears forming in his boss's eyes. "Anyway. Enough of the girly stuff. Go get the clothes and dress up your woman. Have a great night and try not to think of me slaving away at work."
"Yeah, don't worry. I won't think of you at all." He fired back.
After collecting the clothes, he took them back to Sonia. "Are these better?"
"I love you. They’re perfect. They’re me. I know I’ll get naked in the club, and I can handle that, but when I'm just there, I need to hide my scars. They are a part of me and what makes me beautiful. I know that so I don't need a flogging to remind me, but I don't know. I just feel more comfortable in trousers than dresses or skirts."
"Get dressed. I'll send Sophie back in. Grayson and I need to plan."
"That sounds worrying." She picked up the leather leggings and put one foot in the hole.
"No, that sounds promising." He turned to leave.
"Matthew?"
"Yes?"
"I'm going to like living with you. Having someone."
He smiled, he was going to like it also. It had been a long time since he had someone like that. Ever since...no, not tonight. This was Sonia's time. He wouldn’t make the same mistakes again.
*
"Master?" Sophie asked Grayson, "are Sonia and I both bottoms tonight or is one of us topping?" They had just finished a discussion on safe words and had installed the traffic light system.
Grayson shrugged his shoulders, "Matthew, what do you think?"
He didn't know. Sonia definitely had the makings of a switch, but the fact that her hand was trembling in his worried him that she wouldn’t cope with Sophie's mischievous nature. She tugged on his hand.
"Master."
"You may speak." They'd been sitting in the bar area of the club for around an hour now just watching the scenes going on around them. A Dom was whipping his Sub over a bondage bench. Another was strapping her rather excited Sub into a cock and ball strap. He shuddered. It would be a cold day in hell before anyone did that to his balls. Well, actually when he was training he allowed it to happen, but nobody dared look him in the face or say one word to him while it was attached. Sonia's voice drew him out of his disturbing reflection.
"If I top Sophie that means I can be her Mistress doesn't it?"
"It does."
She looked thoughtful.
"Does Sophie like to be topped by women?"
"You may ask he
r."
"Sophie, do you like to be topped by women?"
Sophie looked up at Grayson from her kneeling position at his feet. "May I answer her please?"
Grayson let out a belting laugh. "That tells you the answer there, Sonia." Matthew shook his head; he knew that his friend's fiancée was behaving for a particular reason. "You may answer her."
"I would like it very much if you top me."
"I don't believe that was the question you were asked, but you're trying so hard to be good that I'll let it go." Sophie turned to look at Sonia again.
"In answer to your question. I would like to be topped by a woman very much."
"Shall we take this discussion somewhere a little bit more private?" Matthew put his arm protectively around Sonia's shoulders.
"Yes, please Master may we." Sophie was now almost bouncing on her knees.
Grayson led the way through the throng of spectators watching the scenes.
"We'll go to my private room. I think Sonia was on display enough for your liking last night."
She certainly had been. He was glad this was going to be done in seclusion. It was still a steep learning curve for his young Sub, and he didn't want to scare her off.
Grayson opened the door to his room. He had tended to work with James in clubs, although he had witnessed several of Grayson and Sophie's scenes before. Grayson was a true Master of his art. The room was tastefully decorated in natural fibres with a definitely Native American vibe. Despite his past; Grayson was very close to his native roots. He was born into the Navajo tribe and for many years was known as Gini or Hawk as it was translated. Matthew didn't know the full reasons behind why he left and became the famous actor he did, but even though Grayson never spoke of it, he always adhered to his ancestral beliefs.
"Sophie, undress Sonia please," Grayson spoke, but Matthew nodded his approval. They had had a brief discussion earlier on how the evening would go. It wasn't going to be about the men. It was going to be about worshipping the two perfect women they had. The girls had agreed with much enthusiasm.
"Yes, Master."
Grayson and Matthew took seats on leather chairs in the corner.
Sophie helped Sonia off with her corset. He was surprised to find her not self-conscious but proudly standing before them. Her trousers and thong were removed next, and she stood naked, her head held up high. Sophie folded the clothes up and placed them on the side. She returned to Sonia.
"Go back to your Master please so we can wait for his next instructions."
"Yes, Mistress."
He couldn’t help but chuckle at the bright smile that washed over Sonia's face.
Matthew beckoned Sonia to him with a finger.
"On your knees before Grayson, but I want your back to him."
She obeyed.
"Sophie," Grayson spoke. "I want you to remove your clothes and kneel in front of Sonia."
"Yes, Master."
Matthew shifted his chair so that the two kneeling women were sandwiched between their seats. He could see Sonia's face and Grayson could see Sophie's.
"How sensitive are Sonia's breasts?" Grayson questioned him.
"What are you thinking?"
"Nipple clamps? Sophie looks so beautiful in them."
"Sonia." Grayson allowed him to take over.
"Yes, Master."
"If you would like to wear nipple clamps then you're to ask Sophie to put them on you. I want you to put them on Sophie though. If you're not sure what to do, then you’re to ask Master Grayson. Do you understand?" He sat back in the chair, his feet placed firmly on the floor but his legs parted. He took a long sip of his warm brandy. Grayson handed the clamps to Sophie.
"Yes, Master. Sophie, I wish you to put the clamps on me, please. If you do me first, then I’ll assist you. Make us pretty for our Masters."
"Yes, Mistress. I like to be decorated for Master Grayson."
"Less chatter, more clamping."
Sophie lowered her head to Sonia's breast and circled her small tongue around the stiffening peak.
"Sweet like sugar. You smell of lavender."
"My favourite perfume."
Sophie ran the nipple through her fingers and placed the clamp over it. Sonia let out a moan. The second clamp was applied; the glazed look already washed over her face. He bet she was already dripping for him.
"Is she wet, Sophie?"
"Touch me and show my Master how much I weep for him already." His cock rammed into the zip of his leather trousers. His little lady had turned into a sex kitten.
"She is sodden. So ready for your cock already." Sophie brought her fingers up to show him where they glistened with arousal.
"Give your fingers to Master Matthew. Allow him to taste his submissive's desire for him." Grayson shifted forward in his seat, his massive forearms resting on his muscular thighs. Sophie brought her fingers to his mouth, and he twisted his tongue around Sonia's honeyed taste. Damn it was the best ever. His cock throbbed. He adjusted, and Grayson curled his lip in a playful smirk at the suffering Matthew was so obviously experiencing.
"My girl tastes so sweet. I think I need more."
Sophie pulled her fingers out of his mouth and went back to Sonia.
"Not yet. Wait."
"Sonia turn around and get on all fours. I want to see my pussy. Sophie's clamps will have to wait."
"She’ll be rewarded for her patience. She likes to give more than receive anyway." Grayson brought his lips down onto Sophie's in a promise of what she would get later.
Sonia adjusted her position to that which Matthew had asked her to. Her most intimate parts were displayed for everyone in the room to see.
"Ask Master Matthew if you may taste his girl? On your knees, crawl to him. I want to watch your pussy while you do." Grayson gently threw her down.
Sophie crawled to Matthew, but he could barely pay attention to her when Sonia was on all fours.
"May I use my mouth on Sonia, Master."
"Yes." Her eyes darkened.
"Thank you."
His breathing became more rapid watching Sophie lick at Sonia's clit.
"She tastes so sweet. Best woman I've ever licked."
Sonia writhed under the touch. Small little groans floating from her lips, every one signalling how much she was enjoying what was happening to her.
"Anal?" Grayson asked. Sonia tightened, her eyes widened.
"I'm prepping, but we're taking things slowly."
"Plugs?"
"Yes."
"What size?"
"Slim."
"Sophie, get me some lube and the slim plug."
"Sophie. Grayson and I get hot when two women kiss. I want you to keep Sonia’s mouth entertained. Sonia, I’m going to fuck you. Grayson is going to put the plug in your arse and play with it. We want you to feel full.”
“I want all of that please, Master. Especially your cock."
"May I play with her breasts and the clamps as well Masters?"
"Good idea, Sophie. I'm in agreement if Grayson is."
"Yes." Grayson was busy rubbing the lube around the plug. "Do you want to put it in?"
"No, I'll go suit up."
"Condom?"
"We need to have the doctor's appointment."
"Go there tomorrow man. That pussy needs fucking bareback."
He pulled down his trousers and glided his hand up and down his rigid length a few times before placing the condom on. He was listening the whole time to Sonia, moaning as her puckered hole swallowed up the plug.
"Ready?" Grayson asked.
He nodded and placed himself at her entrance. In one long, slow thrust he pushed inside. He could feel the plug against his cock.
Sophie leant forward and tugged on one of Sonia's clamped nipples. Their mouths crashed at the same time, feminine delicacy abandoned to a burning desire. Boy, was that hot. He started to thrust. Grayson took the end of the plug, and as Matthew pushed his cock into her pussy, Grayson pulled the plug almost out of
her anus. The three of them worked together, driving Sonia towards a rapid and explosive climax. Just as she came down, they sent her over again. She was thrashing, screaming so loudly that despite the soundproofed walls he was sure people would hear. On the third orgasm, he followed her over.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Sonia
"Sonia, are you ready to go?" Matthew called out. She was busy searching through her chest of drawers.
"Five minutes. I just need to get Miranda's leaflets for her coffee morning." Where the hell were they? She'd been living with Matthew for a month now and had gotten far too comfortable already. There was nothing for it. She would have to empty the entire drawer. Pulling it out, she turned it over and let the bits of paper, hairbands, random coins, odd cables, and a selection of keys and sweets tumble onto the floor. Frantically she searched through the mess. "Where is it?"
"Sonia. What are you doing?" Matthew appeared at the door. He sighed and frowned at the chaos she had created.
"What!" She exclaimed. "Everyone has that one drawer you put everything in for safekeeping. You have a whole cupboard." She waved her hands in the air towards the direction of his wardrobe.
"You can't find what you’re looking for because I gave the leaflets to Miranda earlier. You put them out on the bed this morning."
"What?" The words spat out disbelievingly. "I don't remember that."
"Probably because you did it just after I'd had my tongue in that beautiful little pussy of yours."
She snarled at him. "You could have told me you were taking them. I've just spent the last ten minutes searching."
"What's this? Her Majesties Prisons?" The flushing receded at a dramatic pace to be replaced by a chill so cold she felt like she would freeze. He held up a piece of paper she knew only too well what it contained. "Sonia?"
"It's nothing." Everything was back in the drawer. She wanted to snatch the paper back from Matthew but knew better than to do that. She stood and started to put the drawer back.
"Drop the drawer now. Turn around and get on your knees. You're lying." Damn, Dom sixth sense. She was risking it, but she ignored him. This was foolish and she'd never done it before but now wasn't the time. They both had jobs to do. Shoving the drawer roughly back into place, she grabbed her bag and stormed from the room. Matthew stalked behind her down the corridor. She could feel the heat radiating off him. His nostrils were probably flaring that he had been ignored. She was so going to end up with a bright red arse and not in a good way. She couldn’t talk about this, though. It was her past.
